Long Feng stood before Zhang Yang, maintaining a cool expression. He paid no mind to Zhang Yang's affairs or whom Zhang Yang chose to align with, but he would not allow anyone to threaten Zhang Yang in his presence—not even an ordinary person.

Having been with Zhang Yang for three years, he didn't take orders from him specifically, but he absolutely would not permit anyone to act against Zhang Yang’s best interests directly in front of him. With that single kick, Long Feng sent the driver flying seven or eight meters, where he collapsed onto the ground, convulsing, and then fell silent.

Zhang Yang frowned, immediately stepped forward, and grasped the driver's wrist. The driver was seriously injured; his internal organs had sustained minor damage, and several bones were broken.

Fortunately, these were mostly external injuries; severe as they were, they weren't life-threatening. A period of recuperation at the hospital would see him recover.

Though Long Feng lacked social graces, he knew where to draw the line; he hadn't struck the man fatally. "You, you two!" The District Chief Liang finally shouted, shielding himself behind an administrative staffer—a clerk from the District Government Office, essentially his personal secretary.

Only the three of them had arrived: the driver, a veteran transferred from the military, usually capable but prone to recklessness, which explained why he’d lunged at Zhang Yang and the others moments ago. It was just a pity that before he could even properly engage, he’d been sent flying, failing to even block a single move.

"Quick, call for help!" Huang Ze also shouted. He was furious at the driver, but if the driver got beaten up at the station, he couldn't evade responsibility.

He felt a headache worsening; he had never imagined the driver would be bold enough to attack someone directly, nor that someone on Zhang Yang’s side would retaliate so swiftly. "Director Huang, is this how you treat criminals?

I must have a serious word with your Director Zhuo—is this the state of affairs at the station now?" Protected by his secretary, District Chief Liang finally regained his composure and yelled out loudly. When the driver stepped forward earlier, it hadn't been convenient for the Chief to speak, but his intent was the same: to exert pressure on the station and force them to conclude this case quickly.

If it hadn't been for his brother causing trouble, he wouldn't have bothered making this trip. He had assumed that his personal appearance would command respect from the station staff.

It was akin to a Deputy County Mayor visiting a township police station in some county—no station would dare slight a Deputy County Mayor; the difference in rank was too vast, a responsibility even their director couldn't easily absorb. But he hadn't expected the perpetrator to be right here, nor for them to be so brazen as to attack his own man.

While contemplating how audacious others were, he failed to recall that it was his driver who struck first. In his view, whatever his driver did represented him; even if it involved assault, the victim should simply endure it.

It sounded absurd, but it reflected a genuine, if flawed, piece of his thinking. As District Chief Liang bellowed, his quick-witted secretary swiftly pulled out a phone, dialed a number, and handed the receiver to the Chief.

The call connected quickly, and District Chief Liang spoke sharply for a few sentences. Huang Ze, listening nearby, felt his stomach turn again; the person District Chief Liang was speaking to was his direct superior's superior—the Branch Bureau Director.

He, too, was shocked by the driver's audacity to attack someone inside the station, and even more surprised that Zhang Yang had someone so capable who could neutralize the threat with one kick. Now the man lay unconscious, and someone was already calling an ambulance.

A violent incident within the station meant that as Deputy Director, he couldn't escape liability. All he could do now was curse, mostly directing his ire at the driver.

But cursing wouldn't solve the immediate problem; he could only revert to placating language. "Director Huang, I order you now: recall the ambulance personnel immediately, and you must arrest these assailants!" Hanging up, District Chief Liang pointed directly at Huang Ze and barked loudly.

The tone was one of direct command. Given his rank, it wasn't technically improper, but since they weren't in the same administrative hierarchy, his instruction carried an air of overstepping his authority.

Seeing Huang Ze hesitate to move, District Chief Liang pressed further, "What? You won't listen to me?

Must you wait for Director Zhuo to issue the order? Do you, as Deputy Director, not want your position anymore?" This time, it wasn't a command, but naked coercion.

A mere Deputy Director of a local station stood no chance against a Deputy District Chief; the gulf in rank was too significant. To put it mildly, the Deputy District Chief could have him removed with just a few well-placed words.

Unless Huang Ze had an exceptionally strong connection with the Bureau Director—one that made the Director prefer protecting him over offending the Deputy Chief—which was clearly impossible. If Huang Ze possessed such connections, he wouldn't still be a Deputy Director; he would have been promoted long ago.

"Men, call back the hospital personnel, and arrest the one who struck him first!" Huang Ze gritted his teeth and could only issue a preliminary order. Recalling the hospital staff was fine, but he couldn't fathom why District Chief Liang was so eager to pull them back.

Unfortunately, he had no time to ponder; he had to survive this immediate crisis first. Arresting Zhang Yang felt too risky.

District Chief Liang had invoked the Branch Bureau Director; he couldn't afford to offend that level. But he couldn't afford to offend the City Bureau's Criminal Investigation Captain either.

Thus, he could only arrest Long Feng, who had struck the driver, leaving Zhang Yang on the sidelines for the moment. Tragically, he was entirely unaware that Long Feng was a hundred times more dangerous than Zhang Yang.

A crowd of police officers from the station had already gathered in the courtyard. Hearing Huang Ze's command, they immediately moved to surround Long Feng.

Long Feng remained unconcerned. If these officers dared to approach him, they certainly wouldn't fare well.

Zhang Yang frowned, about to speak, when a car suddenly sped into the compound, its headlights intensely bright. It wasn't just one car entering; a Land Rover led the way, followed by a BMW, then a Hummer, and finally, a Ferrari.

The sequence of four luxury vehicles stunned the police officers preparing for arrests. Four cars~~ShuShu Net.

A flicker of surprise crossed Zhang Yang's face. He recognized all four vehicles, but he hadn't expected them to appear here.

"Zhang Yang, what kind of spectacle are you putting on?" The BMW door opened first, and Su Zhantao stepped out, with Yang Ling emerging from the passenger seat. A third person descended from the rear door, carrying a briefcase—it was Lawyer Hu, whom Zhang Yang had called earlier.

"Exactly! You called for a lawyer but didn't notify us brothers?

You haven't been taking us seriously, have you?" Huang Hai stepped out of the Hummer, slammed the door shut with a flourish, and walked forward with a laugh. Hummers were rare in Changjing, and this was the one Huang Hai had just acquired from Shanghai.

"Zhang Yang, I lost a bet today. I said you wouldn't call us while we were on our way, and everyone held back from ringing you.

You’re ruthless, you really didn't call!" Li Ya emerged from the Ferrari, glaring at Zhang Yang with mock resentment. "Do you realize I lost three rounds of drinks at Zui Ren Jian?

Three times! Just one visit to that money pit makes my wallet ache.

I don't care, you have to compensate me!" As Li Ya spoke, he had already walked to the center, acting as if the others around him were invisible, focusing only on Zhang Yang. Zui Ren Jian was, without question, the most famous and most expensive entertainment venue in Changjing.

A single visit there cost, conservatively, a six-figure sum. Six figures—and that was just once.

Even for Li Ya, footing the bill three times was painful. "Stop complaining, you kid.

I told you Zhang Yang didn't want to trouble everyone, but you wouldn't believe it. You just have to accept your bad luck this time!" The person stepping out of the leading Land Rover was Long Cheng, wearing a relaxed smile.

He was the last to alight but walked briskly. The occupants of all four luxury cars stepped out, their focus seemingly fixed only on Zhang Yang, ignoring everyone else, including the police present.

"Why are you all here?" Zhang Yang smiled faintly. He hadn't known why these friends would show up, but their presence warmed him deeply.

"How dare you ask! If Lawyer Hu hadn't called me, we wouldn't have known you were at the station.

We happened to be free today and were just catching up after visiting Wang Chen. Once we got Lawyer Hu's call, we rushed over.

Poor me, my entire table of food!" Young Master Su shook his head dramatically, feigning immense sorrow for the meal he had lost. But he wasn't wrong; they had planned to dine together after seeing Wang Chen.

Zhang Yang hadn't joined them, so they went to Wangyue Tower. Just as the dishes were served, Lawyer Hu called.

Lawyer Hu knew Zhang Yang through Su Gongzi's connection. Knowing Su Gongzi's background, he felt obligated to inform him about Zhang Yang's situation, even though he would certainly go himself.

Thus, Su Gongzi and the others picked up Lawyer Hu and raced over. Upon hearing that Zhang Yang was in trouble at the police station, none of them had the appetite to eat anymore.

"Alright, alright, I'll treat you to ten tables of food later, okay?" Seeing Su Zhantao’s exaggerated display, Zhang Yang couldn't help but shake his head, then chuckled himself. "No way!

Plus three more visits to Zui Ren Jian!" Li Ya quickly interjected. Still disgruntled over losing the bet, he saw a perfect opportunity to pull Zhang Yang in.

Long Cheng, meanwhile, stood frozen, his eyes wide with shock. He knew Zhang Yang had been taken to the station, but he hadn't anticipated Long Feng would be there too, standing right next to Zhang Yang now.

The moment he saw Long Feng, his eyeballs nearly popped out. He was acutely aware of the relationship between Long Feng and Zhang Yang—they were, if not sworn enemies, certainly not friends.

They had fought just two days prior, and now here they stood together, looking perfectly harmonious. It explained his expression.

"Director Huang, is this your station? Are you allowing just anyone to wander in freely?" Among the ignored crowd, District Chief Liang was the first to snap.

These young men arriving in luxury cars were clearly from privileged backgrounds he couldn't easily provoke, so he vented his frustration entirely on Huang Ze. Huang Ze, unable to articulate his distress, felt a profound sense of shock.

He had stepped out for a moment, and upon returning, he immediately started typing—this was the third chapter, and in a burst of writing, it couldn't end here; there was more to come! (To be continued)